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My name is April, I'm married to Clay, a very tall, very funny architect. He's the city boy and I'm the country girl but together we are turning into homesteading weirdos. We have four kids that we are trying our darndest to raise loving God and His creation. To know us is to laugh with us, we laugh a lot. Especially at each other.

As jealous as I am of those gorgeous, super long legs, I'm more envious of your ability to prance about in high heels--in the grass, no less. However did you keep from breaking your neck? I'd be afraid and I am much closer to the ground. Then again, maybe you are just more coordinated than I am. I feel so betrayed after reading all those posts about you being klutzy! I felt such a kinship with you over that. Now I know I am all alone.

I wonder if Mrs. Mama could come make cleaning these floors look glamorous. Mrs. Mama? Oh Mrs. Maaaaaamaaaaa! Guess I'll have to start on that second Twilight book instead.

WHAT the heck??? You have green grass and can hang out laundry already???? Suppose I could hang out the laundry but it would be snow covered and hanging in the snow and look like snow and then be under snow. *$#@&^% snow!!!!!!

Great post- great photos- I love the last one of you standing straight and tall mid hang...also just the shot of the laundry and red stool.. Please consider doing a photo essay of all your chores dressed June Cleaveresque---that could be fun!